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May 16, 2005

More Photos

Natania's mom came up this weekend to help with the preparation of the new house, and we took some more photographs. The garden was tidied up (though "gutted" may be a more appropriate word) and we painted the rooms inside. The guest bedroom needs another coat, and there's lot of trim work to be done, but for the most part, we're just ready to move in. Which we shall be doing this coming weekend. Because Friday is my last day of work. Then I'm free for two weeks, one of which will be spent in Massachusetts (sadly, no home games while we're there) and the other in getting our house together.

You're all invited to the housewarming! We'll pick a date in June, and if you're in the mind for some burgers and 'dogs, and a few bottles of (perhaps) (home)brew, then come on 'round, y'all.

May 11, 2005

Due Notice

I gave my two weeks notice on Monday. My boss was surprised and disappointed, which I suppose is better than delighted and pleased. I can tell she's not happy about my decision, but she's doing her best to keep a good face. Everyone else is sorry to see me go, but the cow-orkers with whom I'm closest wish me only the best. My immediate supervisor and "cubie," to use the official parlance, seems to be somewhat jealous of my ability to just drop a job and go back to school willy-nilly. He's asking me all sorts of questions about it. In a way, it's making me more and more excited about the future ahead.

This future that I speak of involves boxes, and the filling of said boxes with my life. Then the transporting of the boxes 50 miles eastward into our new home. In addition, the future includes painting five rooms in various shades of color, and a visit from the mother-in-law. We're back in Chapel Hill this weekend, for to fix the house and to tame the yard. Next Friday, I'll no longer be employeed in Greensboro, and by the end of that weekend, we'll no longer reside here either.

Here's to the future. The future that lies beyond boxes and manual labor.

May 8, 2005

Moving In

Slowly, we're getting our stuff to Chapel Hill. The end of the month--and of our lease--is fast approaching. It seemed so far away, and now it's not. This is the way that life works. It is, after all, what happens when you're busy making plans.

I called in sick on Friday because I wasn't feeling well. My friend, Geoff, came into Greensboro, riding Yoshi, our old Civic, and we had too much to drink on Friday night, awoke earlier than I wanted, but later than I should've, on Saturday, and went to Chapel Hill to show off our future duds. We also purchased some gardening supplies and a charcoal grill for the beautiful back porch (which was, incidentally, constructed by my very own father). Not for lack of trying, we didn't get the chance to introduce the grill to fresh meat. This momentous occasion will take place next weekend, when Natania's mother comes down to help us warm the house for our imminent occupation.

My aunt and uncle, who are so kindly offering the place to us, also went along to help us with paint. They bought us enough to cover the square-footage we need, and probably a bit extra. It's going to be a big job, but we're looking forward to it.

So, after some much-needed yardwork, we grabbed some supper in town, then drove back to the Gate City.

Tomorrow, I give my two weeks. It's liable to be ugly. Wish me luck.

May 1, 2005

Third Interview, Obtaining a Brother, and Songs for Silverman

Had the third interview in Raleigh this past weekend. Natania came along, as per the owner's wishes, and met everyone. She got a tour of the office space, which is more than she's ever seen of my current workplace. In more than a year of my employment there, my own wife has not met a single co-worker, nor has she seen where I toil away. I haven't even started at the new place, and she's already got a great idea of what I'll be doing, with whom I'll be doing it, and where.

The office is a complete turn-around from where I'm at now. There are several part-timers (myself included), and everyone is on extreme flex-time. Most were under 30, and all were extremely nice. The place is well-lit, whereas my current work environment is like a stifling cave. New office furniture, nice flatscreen monitors, and a clean atmosphere. I'm looking forward to Day 1, which will begin at 10:00am on Monday, June 6th.

Immediately following this interview, we continued eastward to Oak Island for my sister's wedding. It was as wedding-like as you can get, which includes, I've learned, a dash of the good, a smidgeon of the bad, all mixed up (a la The Facts of Life) with free alcohol from numerous open bars. This resulted in a very flavorful weekend. Much comradery, vast quantities of potential for drama, but surprisingly little of the stuff itself. I was glad to see my sister happy, and extremely happy myself to see members of my family and some very, very good friends--primarily, Miles and Laura and Jessie. Not to mention the fantastic seafood that we feasted upon last evening at a well-recommended restaurant on Oak Island, which, after a justified hour-and-a-half wait, was more delicious than words can render truthfully.

We're working at the schematics for the move later this month. There's yet another wedding at the tail-end of May, and I have to admit, when it's three of the things in six months, and that average starts reaching one wedding every other month, you just don't want to think about the damn things: toasts and drunken relatives and the two forming a shaky partnership in the construction of long and boisterous speeches whose primary characteristics are less "uplifting" and "poignant," but more "slurred" and "halted."

My early retirement will commence on May 20th, which means I have but one week to steel myself for tendering my resignation. There is a week in New England planned, and then we will be moving.

Just bought Ben Folds' new album, Songs For Silverman, from the iTunes Music Store. So far, it's nice. Usually, I need some period of attachment, and my iPod shall be the medium for that interchange. I'll let you know how it goes.